OOM: Orpheus

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve keeps his arm around Orpheus until they're well into the apartment. "Keep me company in the kitchen?" he says, sliding his fingers just above the waistband of Orpheus's jeans.


[ooc: Adult shenanigans within.]

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[golden_lyre]

"Yeah, of course," he says, smiling faintly, setting his guitar aside. He was glad to be asked. He probably shouldn't be alone just now.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve keeps a hand on his back to shepherd him into the kitchen. "This doesn't take long to make, as I recall."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus hoists himself up onto a counter. "I'm happy to watch."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve flashes him a smile and gets a steak out of the fridge to slice up.

"If you want to provide music to cook to, that'd be lovely."

[golden_lyre]

He laughs dryly. "I'm not sure you'd like what I have to play just now."

Mortality and fleetingness are in the forefront of his mind.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pauses, knife and cutting board in hand, and says quietly, "You're really upset."

[golden_lyre]

"Losing people is never easy," he says, fingers toying with the bottle a moment before he picks it up to take a swig.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve puts down the cutting board and knife, comes to Orpheus, takes his face in his hands, and gives him a hearty kiss.

"What can I do to make it better, honey?"

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans his forehead against Steve's. "Just keep doing what you are. Keep going on."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Okay," Steve murmurs and gives him another sweet kiss.

He goes back to the counter to slice the meat.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus tilts his head as he watches Steve, eyes slowly unfocusing.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Steak, strawberries, balsamic dressing, walnuts and crumbled bleu cheese," Steve says. "Watching all that Food Network is paying off."

[golden_lyre]

"Good to know TV is good for something," he answers dryly, taking another drink and then carefully setting the bottle away from him.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It's making me adventurous," Steve says. "I never would have thought about fruit in a salad that wasn't a fruit salad before."


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus smiles a bit. "Oh, yes. Fruit in a salad is living on the edge..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"It's a whole new world," Steve replies with a smirk.

[golden_lyre]

"So I've heard," he says, leaning back on his hands to watch Steve work.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve gives him a coy look through his lashes and resumes cutting the meat into thin slices.

"Ouzo probably will taste good with this," he says. "Otherwise, red wine."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus glances over at the bottle. "Wine is probably better," he says.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"D'you wanna open a bottle? Let it breathe a little?"

[golden_lyre]

"Sure," he says, sliding off the counter to find a bottle and a corkscrew.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve watches him a moment, then goes to wash his hands and get a pan on the stove.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus works quietly, opening the bottle and setting it on the counter. He moves then to slide up behind Steve, slipping his arms around Steve's waist and pressing his cheek to Steve's back.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve looks at Orpheus over his shoulder.

"Do you wanna talk about it, sweetheart?"

[golden_lyre]

"No," he says quietly. "I don't know what to say."

He suspects that Steve will eventually understand, but he's still too young yet to know what it means to have everyone who touches your life eventually die on you, one way or another.